an open-ended feeling about life...
time and time again things come at her with full force,
no true reasoning behind them,
just that they always have one.
some have no options and are decided for her,
all the others have too many options...which calls for the choosing of many...
big mistake.
she ends up in a whirlwind of madness...
both in reality and in her own private mental world.
answers too hard to come by,
glimpses of them all she gets to see.
everything locked up tight for safe keeping,
keeping her safest.
simplicity long gone, lost time and time ago.
everything cut and dry right before her eyes...
two paths clearly marked before her,
the tears streaming to her chin, unable to make a real decision.
no one ever sees her weak, the smiles and jokes always there to cover that up.
years of being walked and crushed and broken in threes finally catching up to her,
the double standards of her surroundings becoming too heavy to continue to uphold.
no other choice but to trudge onward between the paths,
gaining more scrapes, bruises, and scars along the way,
the millions she already has not enough.
"i got those back in vietnam" is the response everyone always gets,
allowing for a chuckle and a forgetting of what they were talking about...allowing for a quick and painless subject change.
saved again by her wit, she continues on her way,
the mask never showing whats really underneath---
the mangled, tortured soul that she keeps locked up,
and will keep locked up until the magical day...
...someone finds the key...
no true reasoning behind them,
just that they always have one.
some have no options and are decided for her,
all the others have too many options...which calls for the choosing of many...
big mistake.
she ends up in a whirlwind of madness...
both in reality and in her own private mental world.
answers too hard to come by,
glimpses of them all she gets to see.
everything locked up tight for safe keeping,
keeping her safest.
simplicity long gone, lost time and time ago.
everything cut and dry right before her eyes...
two paths clearly marked before her,
the tears streaming to her chin, unable to make a real decision.
no one ever sees her weak, the smiles and jokes always there to cover that up.
years of being walked and crushed and broken in threes finally catching up to her,
the double standards of her surroundings becoming too heavy to continue to uphold.
no other choice but to trudge onward between the paths,
gaining more scrapes, bruises, and scars along the way,
the millions she already has not enough.
"i got those back in vietnam" is the response everyone always gets,
allowing for a chuckle and a forgetting of what they were talking about...allowing for a quick and painless subject change.
saved again by her wit, she continues on her way,
the mask never showing whats really underneath---
the mangled, tortured soul that she keeps locked up,
and will keep locked up until the magical day...
...someone finds the key...